go-go-gone

i'm the most organised disaster -
if it's self distruction you're after look no further.
glitter stains innocence, or the other way around.
not sure. wearing common sense backwards in this town.

you say it isn't love, 'cause you don't wanna talk about it.
i say that's okay, 'cause there's no words to describe it.

sit sitting alone, watching the rain fall on both sides of myself.
screaming your lungs out into thunder storms does nothing to help the world.
mine or yours or ours or no one's.

this is every body's song.
this is for everybody who's alone.
this is an intricate incarceration in your own skin.

this is nothing.
we are nothing.
to no one.

millenium

i spent so many wasted stars building myself up just to watch the world fall.
nothing's as steady as rumour mills.
every day i miss her more than i miss myself.
interesting considered elisabeth has been missing for some time now.

i don't know how to say this
i'm afraid to fail again

but those east london kids have to say
i agree.

"i'm sorry."
"thanks for loving me."
"it was never meant to be this way."

wordswordswordsapologies.


if i was drowning, would you save me?

see you again

you make me stutter in my sleep.

birds of a feather

simplicity is busy when we mix with innovation.
our ambition is changing us from doctors into patients.
spend six hours procrastinating, and a few seconds kissing.
we'res masochists and sadists prepping lovers for corrupting.

'cause i feel you

what can i say, i'm just a girl caught up in your world.
can't go forwards, can't go back.
limbo doesn't exist, but it's where i am.
does that mean i'm not real?

spend my nights lying awake wanting so much to be you
and i spend my days smiling and pretending that i hate everything you do.

people killing people is normality.
you killing you is normality too.

strange how we feel so broken together.

doctor, doctor, there's a problem in room 64

i miss the nights when people phoned instead of facebooked.
voices instead of messages.
remember, remember.
this kid has blurry eyes and a blurry heart.
runrabbitrunrabbitrunrabbitbang.
it's murder on the dancefloor when your light goes out, or away, or something of the same.

i want moremoremore from you.
i want moremoremore from me.
i want us to just fucking be.

gossip girl... or girl gossip?

i hope you're proud of yourself.
proud of yourself.
yourself.

I JUST NEED TO SCREAM.

cracking the business

i tomar malas decisiones peor.

ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH

true.

rightfully wrong

i. suck. at. life.

counting crows and the lowest of blows

thank you.
thank you, one and all.
i owe every second to you.
you.
the girl with the dark hair and green eyes.
oh wait. sorry. my mistake.
not you.
actually, fuck this.
none of you.
not a single one of you has helped me out.
i owe you nothing.

bastards.

the writers weren't kidding

can't decide if the days never end
or if they never started in the first place.
somewhere someone who looks just like me smiles a little bit.
i just need to find that place. find that girl. catch that smile and never let go.

there's ice in my heart and fire behind my eyes.
seeing but not feeling.
understanding but not caring.

"how does it feel to be in 2009?"
"like i've hooked up with 2008's older brother... and he's an asshole too."

i blame the sea, and the stars, and you most of all.